Hatchets - My Posh Slum

Soul in a bottle I'm the other Guy waiting, hands in pocket listening
to your whining.
Rewinding in my mind the times we laughed about it but I guess it's time for me to move on.
You've eaten everything was inside of me, I'm here attempting to see your movies on your set of DVDs.
Scarface is never out of style, I got some numbers to dial, lets go find a place to hide and get ...
Lost from their eyes and their blabbing
I'm the target, feel free to stab me
lost from their eyes and their blabbing
oh oh
(I left)
I left a step on the sidewalk, watching graffiti's by the wall
kicking colours spinning in front of my eyes
We could be singing 'bout Soho, Queens, Brixton or some place we'd really love to go right now.
Lets go find a place to (lets go)
Lets go find a place to (lets go)
Lets go find a place to (lets go)
Lets go find a place to hide and get ...
Lost from their eyes and their blabbing
I'm the target, feel free to stab me
lost from their eyes and their blabbing
oh oh
(Light me, start me)
lets get lost from
(done me, find me)
lost from their eyes
(Light me, start me)
lets get lost from
(done me, find me)
lost from their lies
Lost from their eyes and their blabbing
I'm the target, feel free to stab me
lost from their eyes and their blabbing
oh oh